Of Circles and QuestionsThe goodbye is not the hard part, the thought is. Some days it seems so easy. I could slip away without trouble, without a second thought for my uneasy conscience. A split second could relieve what has been building for months, years. The stress is strangling at times, a firm grip on my being, getting tighter, pushing harder, making me take a step closer to the edge with every passing day. It is worth it? Is a better life worth the sacrifices I have been making, the things I have risked and lost to obtain success?Of Circles and Questions
Am I worth this dirty gift of breath? It hardly seems fair that I consider throwing it away, while others would lose
Behind These EyesIt stood like a testament to my generation, a strange haven for those who needed to forget their problems and lose themselves for a few hours. I lost track of the number of times I wandered inside to do just that over the years. Rebellion was just the start, for once you stepped inside, the childish idea of escaping the control of parents and society faded fast under the haze as the feeling, the music took hold of you.Behind These Eyes
The feeling I have today is different. It’s more than nerves, more than a sense of the unknown. I’m almost fearful. If I never step foot inside that building tonight, I would be relieved. Some would think it silly
The Pain of YesterdayIt used to keep her up at night. In the days after, she would toss and turn, tormented by images that would not rest. Sleeping pills provided little relief; this was not something a pretty little bottle would ease. Her emotions were everywhere, scattered about; she couldn’t make much sense of them for fear of breaking down and letting her pain overcome her sensibility.The Pain of Yesterday
She saw him everyday, heard his soothing voice, felt his loving arms ease around her to hold her and comfort her like they had done so many times before. Her thoughts consumed her days, wild musings of what could have been. What they could have become.
ExposedShe gazed into the mirror, wishing the image it displayed would go away. It showed that behind her in the hotel room, he was laying in bed, his clothes rumpled besides her own on the carpet. He was sleeping for now, but in a matter of moments he would stir.Exposed
She couldn’t seem to grasp what had actually happened. Her emotions, her nerves, her heart, they had all betrayed her last night. She had exposed herself, not only her body and her skin, but her real self to him. And it led to the events of last night. She herself had declared him the forbidden fruit, she had promised herself that she wouldn’t relent and do all those things sh
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